Her father Homer had got drunk early in the night as usual and passed out causing considerable embarrassment to her mother Marge and herself. Marge ha... then spent the rest of evening making sure Homer didn’t choke on his own vomit or anything during the night. With her mum and dad not around Lisa had a bit too much too drink and become a little intoxicated herself. Well maybe a bit more than a little intoxicated, she admitted. She did let Millhouse finger her after all.The way it happened was. "You're starting to like it, aren't you?" I asked her."It's getting better," she said, keeping her eyes pinched shut. "Go a little slower, please." Still want to live here?" I asked her, pounding her pussy nice and deep.She moaned louder and began pushing back against my cock. "Are you going to keep fucking me if I do?" Hell yes. This is my apartment, damn it, and I'm going to fuck you everyday." Okay," she grunted. "I guess I'll stay."My pace was picking up, slamming in and out of her pussy,. .." I wondered for a moment whether to refer to it. "You and she together, what you do on Thursday afternoons — well, it must mean something to her." And as I spoke, although I had meant the words in reassurance, I realised that they were true. My Mother had had that collar since new, since it was fifteen itself perhaps ten years ago, and although she never spoke kindly about the thing, in a rare flash of insight I could see that she always looked after its interests. She would not part from it. They moved as naturally as if they were fully dressed. When they came close, Bobbie dropped to her knees and held her arms outstretched. Both children ran into them and she hugged them both tightly while they kissed her anyplace they could.Finally they parted and Kenny looked at Bobbie and asked, "Can we see now?" See what?" she asked."You!" they exclaimed in unison. "We want to see if you're as beautiful as we think you are." With a wry little smile Bobbie untied the cord of her robe and let.